Hell lived in the silence at 3 a.m., the night after you died.

I know the Grim Reaper chose you, but he killed me, too.

No one prepares you for the love of your life to die at 32.

Although this is a love letter to me, I wouldn’t be writing this without you.

Your deep sleep awoke the artist within me.

Birthed a version of me through guttural…read more